A post about Kizzy

I’ve mentioned Kizzy several times before, but don’t think I’ve actually done a post on her.
Partner and I had just lost his GSD (though she took a shine to me and I loved her to bits) and Toad (see this post how he came to our household) was pining dreadfully.
I decided to pay a visit to a German Shepherd breeder on the outskirts of Bath to see if they had any older dogs available.
I could have come home with twenty pups, they were all so gorgeous, or I could select a sire and dam and have my pick of the litter, but when I explained what I was after, they couldn’t help me.
That was until someone mentioned a nervous five year old bitch that had been tied up and abandoned at their gates. I asked if I could have a look at her, and my heart broke.
She was a bag of bones and a nervous wreck. I sat quietly and let her adjust to my presence, then asked what the procedure was.
They told me they would bring her to my house the following weekend, and leave her for two weeks. If she didn’t settle, they would come and collect her.
I took the week off work and spent a lot of time with her, gaining her trust, but not being forceful. She got on with Toad and the rest of the household OK,  so I rang the breeder up to say I’d like to keep her, and how much did they want. They told me a donation towards the next one would be gratefully received, so I gave them £30, which was most of my week’s wages at that time and all I could afford.

When I left the relationship in 1989, there was no way I could leave her behind.
She was so good with my brother’s youngsters, allowing the baby to shove wotsits up her nose and the boys rode her like a horse. Then I met Hubby, and he was the only one she barked at.
Six months later, we moved into a rented flat that allowed dogs and seven months after that we bought our first house.
During that time, we had plenty of walks in the New Forest, and have some hysterical memories. On one, Kizzy was so hot, she sat in a stream and wouldn’t budge. We went camping and she rolled in something stinky and unpleasant, and another time putting her feet on a fallen tree for Hubby to pick her up and carry her over, when she could easily have walked underneath. She also kept watch when I was desperate for a pee and had to go behind the bushes at Hengistbury Head, though Hubby sat on a tree trunk swinging his legs telling anyone passing by where I was and what I was doing!

I don’t know how I missed the growth on her side, but as soon as I realised something was amiss, I took her to the vet. He thought he could treat it with medication as she unlikely to survive surgery, but it got bigger and was hot to the touch. I was home ill over Christmas and saw her deteriorate terribly that last week. She couldn’t get comfortable to lie down, and when she did, couldn’t get up again. We had accidents indoors, and on New Year’s Eve, I took her to the vet for the final time.
It wasn’t encouraged to stay with your pet then, but I wish I had as I felt I was abandoning her all over again. I regret that.
I like to think she had five good years with me though.

If we like what the photographer does with Maggie’s canvas, we are hoping he might be able to do something similar with the picture above. It’s the only good shot I have of her.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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31 Responses to A post about Kizzy

  1. Liz says:

    That’s a lovely photo.

    • She was a beautiful dog. Not as loving and tactile as Maggie, but she was loyal. We got married the following year and didn’t have another dog until we got Barney in 1995.

  2. Awwe, what a sweet story. You were very kind to rescue her and give her the fullest life you could. Beautiful photo, beautiful dog…looks similar to mine, actually. That part about hubby swinging his feet on the log, informing passers-by of what you were up to at that moment is hilarious. Love his sense of humor! Thank you for sharing

  3. I rescued senior Brittany Spaniels. I understand the knowledge that you have a limited time, but the joy of giving a senior dog some great years is worth it. What a lovely dog.

  4. willowdot21 says:

    That was so lovely, I cried 💜

  5. Sadje says:

    A very moving account.

  6. scifihammy says:

    You took her in and gave her a calm, loving home. Those 5 years with you gave her her life back. The photo is beautiful and would make a lovely canvas. 🙂

  7. murisopsis says:

    I love the story of how Kizzy came into your heart and home! Great photo!

  8. Carol anne says:

    Awe! Thats such a beautiful story! I only wish I could see her photo! She sounds incredibly sweet. xo

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